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One snowy December night, when the world had gone blank under the cold and gently falling snow, a Man and his Wife were walking, alone with each other in the silence. Their path was unfocused, leading down dark alleys and side streets, as if they had no destination save the inevitable end of the earth. They talked quietly and happily, of old friends and old happenings, of new life and of spring’s warmth. They stopped occasionally to examine more closely the artful way the frost clung to the trees and made them seem to be made of diamond, and to rest on old wood benches and share a tender kiss and hold each other close and bathe in warmth and love.
The Man and his Wife came, after much wandering without aim, to a park, which wavered with dark greys and blacks flecked with the white snow. The couples demeanor, which had at first been lighted and full of good cheer, now turned serious and somber. The Man turned to his Wife, his eyes flashing green in the monotone of winter. He spoke.
“Remember that night so long ago, when I said that I would love you forever, and that nothing would ever make that untrue?”
His Wife turned to face him, her eyes blue diamonds among the whiteness.
“Yes.” Was all she said.
The Man turned to the dark edge of the park. Three tall shapes were standing there, dark colorless shapes. They moved forward, reveling themselves to be men, tall colorless men. The Man turned back to his Wife and spoke softly.
“Do not forget that.”
They gazed at each other, their eyes the only colors, green and blue, meeting and speaking words unspeakable with tounge or pen. The Man broke his gaze and turned to wards the colorless men. He let out a deep breath and began to walk. He reached the men, and spoke. They nodded, and the tallest man drew something, and the others followed suit, and The Man fell, his blood splashing the white canvas of the world with horrific color.
The tallest of the colorless men turned to the Wife, who gazed at him. His eyes were as colorless as himself and held nothing. The Wife’s blue eyes held sadness, loss, and a slight shade of acceptance and finality. The colorless men turned and slinked away into the silence, bringing with them the Man, who left his color in a trail behind them. The Wife turned away from them and slowly began her walk home. The white silence enclosed her, and all was as nothing had passed at all.
By Chris Gibson, aka Gallus
Nuevo Ishmeal Gallus (CG)